Hey girl, sweet thing. I want everything. You love me too. And I want you. Well I think I'm gonna. Jump right through your window. And I think I'm gonna.
Summer, you old Indian Summer. You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter. You see so many dreams that don't come true. Dreams we fashioned when Summertime was new.
Toyland, toyland, toyland. Little girl and boy land. When you dwell within it. You are ever happy there. . Childhood toyland. Mystical merry toyland. Once you pass it's borders.
Breakfast in cemetery. Boy tastin' wild cherry. Touch girl, apple blossom. Just a boy playin' possum. We'll come back for Indian Summer. We'll come back for Indian Summer.